Shunyu returned to Dali Temple with his thoughts. Looking at a persimmon tree from afar, the fruits were picked, the leaves were thick and red, and a few sporadic wild birds fell on the branches, making them feel indescribable bleakness and lushness.

A senior student sat under a tree and used his sleeves to wipe his eyes from time to time. She wondered who was worried about it. When she walked closer and looked at it, it was Zhang Buyan, a fellow villager in Suzhou and a classmate in the Imperial College.

Without thinking, it must have been because of Yang Yan's anger. Shunyu sat beside him casually, watching a tiger-skinned cat climbing out of the yard wall neatly. After a while, he asked, "Is your mother okay?"

Zhang Buyan's depressed mood suddenly became tense, and his spirit was also excited. He blinked twice before saying, "Do you do the most? You are really annoying."

Just a few words force people to be decadent!

"If God is going to give a great responsibility to this man, he will first suffer his will, let alone you and I are young and younger generations."

Shunyu patted his shoulder, stood up and walked by himself. Through the Qiuye style cave door, he saw the mistress pushing a cart to transport bags of persimmons out of the temple. The bag was sealed and the persimmon fell to the ground, rolling to her feet, bent down and picked it up, it was still hard and still green.

When the door opened when the main hall creaked, Yang Yan was wearing a royal blue velvet cloak and walked out while talking to Shaoqing and Jiang Hai. Shunyu subconsciously glanced around and had nowhere to hide. He had to stand there and wait for them to bow.

Yang Yan stopped. Since Shunyu was assigned to Su Qiming, he may still be angry about the Zhaozhuo fire case. He always seemed to be hiding from him intentionally or unintentionally. He had not seen him for many days. When he met at this moment, he felt a little excited in his heart and wanted to talk to her.

But when he met her calm eyes, he felt ashamed and embarrassed, how could he have thought of a widow... He had a vigilance and was disdainful of uncleanness... Whether it was something or a person.

Shunyu heard Yang Yan snorting coldly. Seeing his back holding his head up and tilting his sleeves, he couldn't help but think that his temperament was becoming more and more bizarre and elusive, so it's better not to provoke him if you have nothing to do.

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At the hour of You, Cui Zhongxian indeed sent a carriage to pick up Shunyu and arrived in front of Feng Shuanglin's mansion. Five or six servants were waiting at the main gate and hurried over to serve him.

Shunyu heard the sound of the horse neighing. Looking back, it was Xu Lanchicheng who rushed over. Suddenly he clamped the horse's belly and tied the reins hard. He barely stopped in front of her, leaned over and asked, "Are you afraid?"

When he led his troops out of the palace in his previous life, he saw that he was full of resentment, holding the sword tip of his blood, and killing ruthlessly, because he was afraid of being in the bones.

But now... she shook her head, bent her lips and looked up at him: "Yuan Zhen, do you dare to teach me to ride this horse?"

"How could you not dare?" Xu Lan jumped down from the horse's back, stroked his finger bones and touched his shiny mane, and said cheerfully: "This chrysanthemum blue recognizes its master. When I go back, I will pick a gentle mare to teach you."

As he said that, he saw Cui Zhongxian narrowing his long and narrow eyes, looking at him with a smile, but simply ignored him and talked about the key points of riding with Shunyu while walking. Until his servants were led into the front hall, Feng Shuanglin stood in the corridor with his hands behind his back, and after talking to them, he sat down in the room around the table and ordered people to set up the mat.

When they were in front of the table, the three of them were chatting together, but they talked about the past interesting stories of the Imperial College and the friendship between classmates. They asked about the recent situation of teachers and students who were familiar with each other. They couldn't help but feel a little and sighed again.

Soon, there were ten kinds of rice on the table and another jar of Shaoxing wine was sent. Feng Shuanglin ordered the boy to lift the cover next to him and pour it into the cup to warm it with hot water. He slowly said: "The Shaoxing wine in the capital is very productive. I got two jars from Dongpu, Shanyin. I felt the taste was even better. I didn't realize that I had eaten all of them. I would like to leave one jar to invite you."

Cui Zhongxian poured tea and said, "I ate two cups of soy wine at noon, and I was so excited that I didn't dare to eat more."

Feng Shuanglin smiled and said, "You don't understand. You should drink less when you soak the wine and burn the essence and consume blood. However, Shaoxing wine is different. If you drink more, you won't be full, and you won't harm the wine. It's suitable for a few confidants. At this dusk, hold a cup and hold a cup and chat about gossip. How can you be free?"

Cui Zhongxian was intrigued and taught the boy to pour wine to eat. Feng Shuanglin smiled and said, "No matter how warm the wine is, it is not advisable to drink it. Just drink it until it is eight cents."

Shunyu sips a cup and it turns out that it is soft and mellow and sweet.

Feng Shuanglin has not seen each other for several years. Although he was still as elegant as a powder-plated person at that time, his lips and teeth are red, his words and deeds are very different. He has become much more mature and sophisticated. He is like a tiger with accompaniment, and there are traitors around him. It is not easy for him to be able to protect himself in the middle.

Feng Shuanglin Cha someone peeked at him, Yu Guangxie was Shun Yu, and said in a gentle tone: "I haven't seen Feng Jiu for a long time, but there has been no change. I still look like when I was in the Imperial College."

"Is that so?!" Cui Zhongxian turned his head and looked Shunyu up and down: "How can I feel that she is more charming than the past?"

"What are you talking nonsense? Eat your wine." Xu Lan frowned and sniffed.

Feng Shuanglin looked at him and patrolled the three of them, and suddenly said, "Mr. Chen mentioned that Fengjiu likes to eat crabs the most. I asked the kitchen to steam some. It was transported from Shaobo Town, Yangzhou. It will definitely make you happy."

Everyone was silent for a moment. The attendant brought two plates of steamed crabs and a few dishes of ginger, vinegar and garlic sauce. Shunyu couldn't bear to be disappointed, so he took them and just opened them to eat them. Although the butter and fat were overflowing, the taste was not as sweet as before. She asked Feng Shuanglin: "Do you hear about the case of stealing ancient instruments in Nanping County?"

Feng Shuanglin He replied for the first time: "What you are talking about is the ancient artifact stole from Zhou Chen's mansion? The shopkeeper pointed out that it was the property of Tian's mansion that was stolen back then, and was taken back to the palace by the Jinyiwei and thieves. The emperor was furious and wanted to ask about the case in person. If the ancient artifact was indeed from Tian's mansion, then Zhou Chen's house search would be unclear and would be suspected of having his own pockets."

Shunyu thought for a while: "I have repaired the horse-drawn flying swallow for the emperor. Can Yongting say a few good words in front of him and call me into the palace to identify ancient artifacts?"

Feng Shuanglin didn't comment and just smiled: "I'm a gathering of old friends and classmates, and I don't talk about trivial matters in official business."

Then he looked at Xu Lan and curled his lips and said, "I heard that there are two people in the capital who have broken their legs and stepped on the broken threshold. One is Yang Yan, the minister of Dali Temple, and the other is Xu Lan, the mansion of Duke Liang. Don't you like a lady whom you agree with?"

Cui Zhongxian took out an exquisite purse from his sleeve, threw it to Xu Lan, and smiled and said, "This is the third girl of Duke of Wei who asked me to give you, but a fairy figure with a beautiful and wise man. I have always been lazy in dealing with such things, and I can't bear to say good things for her. I am definitely worthy of you."

When Shunyu saw that Feng Shuanglin refused to let go, she couldn't help but smile at Xu Lan when she heard Cui Zhongxian say this.

Xu Lan threw the purse back to Cui Zhongxian, and said with a calm face: "The emperor is about to reduce his vassals, and King Hao is eager to deal with it. There will be a day of chaos in the capital. I will eventually fight and fight on the battlefield. My life is not guaranteed. How can I talk about the long love between children, and I have no intention of getting married, so don't harm others."

After speaking, he poured out a shell of crab roe with ginger and vinegar and handed it to Shunyu. Shunyu took it in a daze and picked it up little by little.

Cui Zhongxian smacked his lips, but it was a pity that the purse was quietly stuffed into Feng Shuanglin's sleeve.

Feng Shuanglin was eating wine slowly, looking at Shunyu and Xu Lan, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.
Chapter completed!